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Please spare a thought......

blogged by me domestic goddess On 6/12/2007 10:02:00 PM
Today I had planned to blog with lots of projects i have been doing, but these will now have to wait. Instead today has been an emotional day for me, I ran my first 5K, and for once in my life i was proud of me, i shed a tear as i thought of dad , but i did it, and my confidence has rocket that I CAN and I WILL achieve the race in September.

I would also like to remind you of why i am running in September, and to take a moment to look at my blog header. I am running in memory of my Dad and raising money for the MS Society. Already I have raised over £1000 through various fund raising events, the most successful being the Charity auction held at the Scrapping Angels retreat in April. But every penny helps, and so I am asking you all if you can spare a penny to sponsor me, or just to donate to my Just Giving Page. You can also send a chq just email me for details.

Now onto why i had to write this post;

I received this poem in an email today from a very close friend, at first i felt offended and upset as I lost my father in September to MS, but once i read abit more I knew the reason she sent this to me, my dad was this person....
My dad was the young man in a crippled body, but he was still a person..................Take a few minutes to read this poem, beware i cried!!

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Tampa , Florida , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Missouri The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St.Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple,but eloquent, poem. And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this "anonymous" poem winging across the Internet.

Crabby Old Man

What do you see nurses? .......What do you see?
What are you thinking......when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man, ...not very wise,
Uncertain of habit ........with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food.......and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice....."I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice ...the things that you do.
And forever is losing .............. A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not...........lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding ....... The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes,'re not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am ....... As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten......with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .......who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen ...........with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now. ..........a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows........that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now .......... I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide ....... And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty ........ My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other ......... With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons ........have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside see ! I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .......... Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children ......... My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me .......... My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ............I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing ........young of their own.
And I think of the years...... And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man.........and nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age .......look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles..........grace and vigor,depart.
There is now a stone........where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass ...... A young guy still dwells,
And now and again battered heart swells.
I remember the joys.............. I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and over again.
And accept the stark fact........that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people and see..
Not a crabby old man. Look closer....see........ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within.....we will all, one day, be there, too!


The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched.They must be felt by the heart.
God Bless.
Anna xxx

14 Response to 'Please spare a thought......'

  1. karen Said,'> 10:32 PM

    didnt mean to offend hun but it really pulls at the heart strings and makes you remember the people beneath that old exterior luvs ya xx


  2. suebaru Said,'> 11:35 PM

    Hun, you know your Dad would be so proud of you, just as we all are.Lots of love & hugs xx


  3. Jenny Said,'> 12:32 AM

    You have so much to be proud of Anna, running your 5K is just one thing out of so many fantastic things you have done and achieved. And we know our parents would be proud of us whatever we do, just as long as we try.

    Big hugs

    Jenny x


  4. leewoodside Said,'> 3:49 AM

    This is just beautiful. Hugs to you girl.


  5.'> 6:18 AM

    Oh Anna, that poem made me teary eyed too! So sorry about your dad, but congrats on your run and good for you for running another in Sept !!! you are my hero girl !!!


  6.'> 8:03 AM

    Thank you Anna, for these thoughts!!! I am sorry to hear about the loss of your dad! I wish you all the best for your race in Sep.!!




  7. Sandie Said,'> 11:33 AM

    Anna well done for running the 5k, your post brought a tear to my eye. Your dad would be so proud xx


  8. Anonymous Said,'> 11:41 AM

    Gosh Anna what a powerful power, thank you for opening my eyes to it. Congratulations on running your first 5k, you were very right in being proud of yourself xxx


  9. Chrissie Said,'> 11:41 AM

    You are fab running that far. I'm just trying to WALK a decent distance at the moment let alone run!

    However...the poem. I have used that poem for years in school, teaching Years 5 and 6. I first used it around 2000 or 2001 when I was given a copy of it by a girl in my class. The poem was attributed to a lady called Kate who lived in an old people's home (in this country I believe) and never used to speak to anyone... the nurses thought she was incapable and senile. Then they found that poem in her possessions when she died.

    Who knows? It's obviously becoming an urban myth.


  10. Polly Said,'> 12:04 PM

    I read this on UKS and it brought a tear. Loosing anyone and seeing them turn into the person they are not physically and not mentally is so hard. Knowing that they are trapped in a body which is not kind is dreadful.

    The poem made me cry. The piccie of you and your father did too. I'm sure you made him proud to have such a kind and wonderful daughter.


  11. anita l. Said,'> 6:03 PM

    Hey Anna,
    I'm proud of you!!! So much determination!
    Your post is very touching, I hope you reach your goals!


  12. Tracie H Said,'> 11:26 PM

    I couldnt post a comment when I first read the poem because it hit such a raw nerve that I couldnt see for tears....I had to pop back to say Im sure you know that your Papa is so very proud of you.
    Well done on the 5k and keep up the fundraising....every penny makes a huge difference.


  13. Louise Said,'> 8:16 PM

    Oh my god... that is such a wonderful poem... I am sat in tears, not able to read the poem to my DH so he understands why I am in such a state


  14. Julia Said,'> 3:58 PM

    Reading that reduced me to tears. Such a wonderful moving poem.